The Daily Prompt today is this – The Tooth Fairy (or Easter Bunny, or Santa Claus . . .) : a fun and harmless fiction, or a pointless justification for lying to children?
Some of my fondest childhood memories involved these mystical creatures. There was an untainted enjoyment and a childlike sense of wonder that reality had not yet jaded.
I can certainly remember being horrified when my big brother dashed my illusory beliefs in these magical beings, but I didn’t hold any ill-will towards my parents for “lying” to me about their existence. My childhood was kept childlike because of that continued facade.
I think of how my impressionable years would have been corrupted with reality and my imagination would have been stifled had I known the truth. Believing in those fictitious characters allowed my creativity to plant a seed that continued to grow. Even after I was told these creatures did not exist in physical bodies, the spirit they embrace remains the same.
Would I have wanted to grow up knowing the truth? No way. Those make-believe characters are still as much a part of my heart today as they were when I was a kid. See you at Christmas, Santa!
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I hope Santa is real. That jerk still owes me $20.
He knows why…
Lol….that jolly, fat bastard!! Next time I see him I’ll pin him down for you. I wonder what a wedgie would feel like under that velvety red suit??
Probably very sweaty and slippery. I bet he wears a thong…
Lmao….I just spit water all over my desk!!
I can see that my work here is done, for now.
I’ll be back after thanksgiving to help you work through the flashbacks and trauma. 😉
You’re a real pal, Guap!! 🙂
I don’t recall exactly how I learned the truth. I was the younger sibling, so it’s possible that my sister told me, but I think she liked me not knowing since she was “in on the secret.”
My nephews are at that stage now. It’s hard knowing the oldest is old enough to understand the charm in his brother still believing. It seems like just yesterday they were 6 and 3….where did the time go?
I believed in Santa until my sister and I caught my dad bringing gifts down from the attic with tags that read, “From Santa.” 🙂
Funny thing is….my mom and I still give each other presents from Santa. 😉
There is a Santa and no one can convince me that there is not–ever…. and I am almost 103
Lol…I’m with you! (although shy of 103 by a few years) 😉
well, me too–but not by as many as I would like
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My oldest son is a very sensitive child and he was downright furious when he realized we’d been lying to him for years. Apparently, I screwed up my Easter Bunny duty and when he determined the Easter Bunny was a hoax, Santa and all his buddies evaporated too. Hoping someday he’ll forgive me. He’ll be 12 and he is still annoyed about it. 😉
Someday he’ll look back on it and realize how many years of effort you put in to keep the dream alive. 🙂 And then he’ll be doing the same thing with his kids eventually.
That’s what I’m counting on!
🙂
Oh no! Santa IS real. Isn’t he?????
He is in my heart!! 🙂
Mine too 😀
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